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Friday, June 07, 2013

Ah well. I guess I should have seen it coming? So instead of performing a disappearing act on you all, I decided to drop by and tell you, right here right now, that next time I talk to you, it’s going to be as a Criminology graduate. (you can still ilegally download music in my presence, it's okay) This four-year journey is coming to an end, and to be completely honest, I can’t wait to put it behind me. Expect a post, somewhere around July, about all the amazing things university taught me. I never stop learning – just this past week, I learnt that one should never, ever, leave the nail polish remover near the facial tonic, under risk of mixing up the two and attempting to apply the first where the second should go. Of course this did not actually happen. Of course not. And then today I learnt that one should never, ever, leave the nail polish remover near the alcohol, under risk of mixing up the two and attempting to disinfect a scratch with... that’s right. Fortunately, I caught the mistake on time. I guess the cautionary tale is, leave the nail polish remover where it belongs. Next to the killing jars and the shadow boxes and the butterfly specimens. Though I’ve heard some people use it to, go figure, remove nail polish.

Anyway.

I guess this proves that there is no graceful way to graduate. There really isn’t. My desk is littered with trash right now – from candy wrappers to water bottles to a now-empty box of chocolate. My asthma has been kicking my ass, getting me to wake up at dawn, barely able to breathe. My shoulder has been acting up from too much time on the computer. I’ve been wearing nothing but pajamas, or, alternatively, black tights and my big university hoodie. I rotate between dubstep and folk music to stay awake (and entertained!) as I work on my papers. And sometimes I get up to stretch and pretend I'm a ballerina. Like I said - no gracefulness for the wicked seniors.

So I guess in the meantime, feel free not to watch this space. I’ll leave you with a picture I took of a strange, unknown creature (Google tells me it's a Dusky Moorhen) on my Lisbon daytrip. It popped our of nowhere as I was observing a little dead duckling, and proceeded to mourn (read also: poke at) it.